In the alley, Lin Huang looked at the skinny young man in black clothes and the dangerous Mo Yu gun in front of him through the heavy rain.
"It turns out that this is your strength. You can integrate the power of the Evil Rain Formation into the Mo Yu Gun, and then form a powerful turbine to gather the murderous aura of the formation around it, thus forming a powerful force."
Lin Huang was secretly shocked. The formation was a formation and the martial soul was a martial soul. It was not easy to fuse the auras of the martial soul and the formation. It was even extremely difficult.
No wonder Mo Yuqiang Han Ming was able to move the four major sects with the name of the Nine Heavens of Human Yuan.
"I can only use three moves at once." Lin Huang sighed in his heart. This was originally used by him to deal with Prince Ling Yun, but now it seems that he will use it on Han Ming.
Thinking of this, Lin Huang no longer hesitated at all. He had to strike first, otherwise he would be defeated when the turbine around Mo Yu's gun was completed.
"Behead Kunlun!"
Lin Huang murmured and paused. A majestic and thick breath came from the blade and slashed towards Mo Yuqiang.
Bang!
The powerful repulsive force caused the two people's jaws to go numb, and the knife in Lin Huang's hand broke directly.
"Three thousand miles!"
Before Han Ming could say anything, Lin Huang's figure flipped strangely in the air, and with the force of the backlash, he rushed towards Han Ming at high speed. A flash of light flashed on the blade, and he approached Han Ming.
"childish!"
Han Ming's expression changed slightly, and he reprimanded coldly. He quickly turned the dark umbrella with his left hand, and the rainwater splashed out from the umbrella rotated like a knife blade, forming a strong and sharp rain curtain, wrapping the latter in it.
At the same time, Han Ming brandished Mo Yu's spear and stabbed Lin Huang.
"Shoot Sirius!"
Lin Huang spoke like an arrow, and the blade of the knife in his hand rotated. A cold light shone on the tip of the knife, and then exploded violently. The overbearing murderous intent was like an arrow, instantly piercing the rain curtain surrounding Han Ming.
Han Ming's expression suddenly changed, and he retreated suddenly, but only heard a swipe...
In the pouring rain, a dark umbrella floated leisurely, and then was violently torn open and split into two.
"Mo Yu's gun Han Ming is nothing more than that!"
Lin Huang put away his knife and returned, standing quietly in the heavy rain, and said coldly.
"You... actually broke my formation." Han Ming looked at the broken umbrella floating in the air and said in a daze, "You actually knew that the eye of the evil rain formation was hidden in the umbrella."
"This is impossible!"
Han Ming said decisively, with an angry look on his feminine face. He had gone through thirty-eight battles since his debut. Relying on his identity as a formation master and Mo Yuqiang, he had never been defeated and was invincible in the same realm.
, he has even killed warriors in the Earth Yuan realm.
No one has ever broken through his formation.
But today, he actually stumbled in front of a boy from the eighth level.
In the alley, the heavy rain was still falling, but it no longer had the powerful murderous aura and the dangerous atmosphere of the previous formation operation.
"Are you only allowed to become an array master? Explosion!"
Lin Huang smiled sternly, his thin lips curled up.
As he finished speaking, Han Ming's left sleeve suddenly burst open, and there were bloody wounds on his arm, and there was still a trace of the remaining formation seal in the air.
Looking at his bare arms, Han Ming was startled, and then a suppressed anger burst out from his heart. He was a first-class formation master, but he was humiliated by a kid who could only condense formation seals!
There was no serious injury, just the sleeve was missing, but this was an extreme humiliation for him.
"If you dare to humiliate an formation master, you will die miserably!"
Han Ming narrowed his sharp eyes, his eyebrows trembled like a cold blade, his thin lips were filled with murderous intent as he spoke, and a powerful cold aura spread out.
The Mo Yu gun in Han Ming's hand vibrated again, and the color of the gun tip gradually turned blood red!
Lin Huang frowned, and an extremely dangerous aura surged into his heart. Looking at the bloody aura filling the air from Mo Yu's spear point, he could only feel the chilling aura quietly spreading away...
"enough!"
At this moment, a cold voice of scolding suddenly came from outside the alley, reverberating like the voice of a valley. Then a long sword filled with cold air fell from the air.
It was inserted straight between Lin Huang and Han Ming.
Lin Huang turned his head and saw at the end of the alley behind him, Shen Diexin, dressed in snow-white gauze, holding a flower umbrella in her hand, tapping her feet lightly, slowly walking on the rainwater accumulated in the alley...
"Elder Diexin!"
Lin Huang breathed a long sigh of relief and put a smile on his face. He had only broken Han Ming's formation just now, and he had revealed all his trump cards. If he really wanted to continue fighting.
He is definitely no match for Mo Yuqiang!
Apart from using the Killing God's sword, the best result is that he dies, Han Ming is seriously injured, or he himself is seriously injured and escapes.
"Young man Han Ming, I have met Elder Shen!"
Looking at the woman who came leisurely like a lotus in the rain, dripping water, the anger on Han Ming's face gradually disappeared, he smiled slightly softly, and took a few steps back without leaving a trace.
"Go back and tell Han Qixiu that if you want the Thousand Spirit Sword Formation, come to me, Shen Diexin, if you have the ability!"
Shen Diexin said coldly, and slowly walked to Lin Huang, "Just now... it was very good. I knew how to cut off his umbrella to break the formation, but some of the swords were deviated. If the formation's eye was not in the umbrella, Han Ming would The Mo Yu Spear can stab you through."
As early as the battle between the two, Shen Diexin had already appeared. The reason why he did not take action was to see Lin Huang's strength.
The result is very good!
She has rich fighting experience, dares to fight hard, and knows how to use her brain, just like Xiao Nizi.
Lin Huang looked at Shen Diexin's soft eyes and grinned, "If Elder Shen can give me some pointers on the formation, I may have hope of beating him down."
Chen Diexin's face turned cold, and Lin Huang immediately shut his mouth.
"Elder Shen, would you like to give me some advice?"
Not far away, Han Ming had a smile on his lips and said quietly, "I heard that Elder Shen is a third-level formation master and can control ninety-eight formation seals. I think he is quite powerful. I wonder if I can open my eyes today?"
"When your master Han Qixiu comes, I will let you open your eyes together."
Chen Diexin said calmly, leading Lin Huang out of the alley.
Master Han Ming, Han Qixiu, is the chief formation master of Tianlei Sect. He can control one hundred and twenty formation seals with one hand, and is only one step away from the fourth-level formation master.
In the alleyway where heavy rain fell, Lin Huang and Shen Diexin had not walked ten steps when they heard Han Ming behind them laughing in a strange way and shouting:
"Master, Elder Shen wants to open our eyes!"
In an instant, Shen Diexin's expression changed drastically. She protected Lin Huang behind her with one hand, and waved the ice and snow sword in her hand, directly driving away the rain around her.
A pair of cold eyes, like the sword in his hand, exudes a sharp cold air, staring straight ahead.
Behind Chen Diexin, Lin Huang's expression was shaken, and he suddenly felt an extremely dangerous aura surrounding him. It was a hundred times more terrifying than Han Ming's Mo Yu Spear!
"Array!"
Feeling the surrounding aura, Lin Huang's eyes suddenly sharpened. The dangerous aura seemed to be everywhere, like the heavy rain that enveloped Lin Huang and Shen Diexin, or like a ferocious beast staring at the two of them with eager eyes.
"Protect yourself, there are two level three formations around you. If your guess is correct, there should be two level three formation masters!"
Chen Diexin whispered in Lin Huang's ear, and with her slender snow-white fingers, more than ninety formation seals began to flow and condense at the same time...
"Elder Diexin, I'm here to open your eyes!"
In a corner of the alley, a mysterious voice suddenly sounded, which sounded like a ghost and was particularly harsh.
Lin Huang raised his head and saw a dark figure approaching with a cane. He was short and stooped, with an old face full of grooves and a cold smile.
Those gloomy eyes glanced back and forth at Shen Diexin as if without fear.
"Han Qixiu, I didn't expect that after you stayed in Tianlei Mountain for nearly ten years, you would go down the mountain for a Thousand Spirit Sword Formation," Shen Diexin said coldly, an ice and snow sword giving off a biting chill.
"Elder Diexin thinks that I am so stupid. Once I come down from the mountain, how can I only do one thing?" Han Qixiu said with a disgusting smile on his face, "I am here for Elder Diexin."
"Don't you know that on rainy days, the power of my formations will increase by 30%? Even if you have touched the edge of a fourth-level formation master, you will not see your opponent!"
Shen Die said coldly, but her body tensed up. What happened today was a game, a conspiracy against her.
Using Han Ming as a lead and Lin Huang as bait, invite her into the urn.
"I have never made a mistake in taking action. How could I not have thought of this?" Han Qixiu smiled solemnly, and then an old voice sounded in the void.
"Elder Qi Yan, please come out and give your old friend a ride!"
There was silence for a while in the alley...
Then a tall and burly voice boomed, carrying a wild laughter, and a hot breath spread out, like a heat wave hitting Lin Huang.